The PS2 Puppet of Heliosphere is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by Leader with an iron fist, and notable for its smutty television, anti-smoking policies, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 9.62 billion Heliosphereans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government is primarily concerned with Education, with Environment, Industry, and Healthcare also on the agenda, while Defense and Spirituality aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Heliosphere City. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Heliospherean economy, worth a remarkable 4,830 trillion Novas a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Information Technology and Cheese Exports. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is a breathtaking 502,180 Novas, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Heliospherean tourists are banned from many nations due to their tendency to randomly explode, children who believe in the tooth fairy are frequently shipped off to Bigtopia, explosive diarrhoea is not just a colorful phrase, and a government program is underway to revitalize Heliosphere's beaches. Crime is totally unknown. Heliosphere's national animal is the Meteor, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Heliosphere is ranked 197,980^th in the world and 7,368^th in the South Pacific for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring -12.08 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.